After receiving a certain handwritten letter from a certain blogging someone, I was reinspired to do this. Problem is, I'm the least-disciplined person in the world. Anyway, I'm trying.
Right now I'm combing out knots from a long weekend. The layer of hair closest my neck turned into a giant flat dread from scarves and high-necked coats. Why didn't I go to USC?
Tonight's Animal Collective. One more school week until spring break. bell hooks is coming on Wednesday, but I have class.
OK, more later. For right now, some delicious poetry:
Giving Myself Up by Mark Strand
I give up my eyes which are glass eggs.
I give up my tongue.
I give up my mouth which is the contstant dream of my tongue.
I give up my throat which is the sleeve of my voice.
I give up my heart which is a burning apple.
I give up my lungs which are trees that have never seen the moon.
I give up my smell which is that of a stone traveling through rain.
I give up my hands which are ten wishes.
I give up my arms which have wanted to leave me anyway.
I give up my legs which are lovers only at night.
I give up my buttocks which are the moons of childhood.
I give up my penis which whispers encouragement to my thighs.
I give up my clothes which are walls that blow in the wind
and I give up the ghost that lives in them.
I give up. I give up.
And you will have none of it because already I am beginning
again without anything.
hey we know bell hooks
Posted by: erik! at February 25, 2006 2:41 PMcareful, animal collective live is the worst show ive seen.
Posted by: dave at February 26, 2006 11:07 AMI feel like I am obligated at this point in the commenting to make a reference to something that is not bell hooks or animal collective
the people in USC will never appreciate the change of seasons the way that we, the undersigned non-west-coast folks, do
Posted by: jeff at February 26, 2006 11:16 AMi wonder if midwesterners take californians seriously, bra. like tre got shot in the effing heart and walked it off, but johnny slipped on some sand and died. im glad you are blogging. write me a letter
Posted by: joel at February 26, 2006 2:10 PM"I give up my buttocks which are the moons of childhood." That reminds me of swim team and how everyone saw my buttocks, often.
Posted by: Rob at February 27, 2006 11:11 PM